By Kavita Ratna

spotlight

makeup covers

a black eye

Kavita Ratna

By Kerry J Heckman

in front of the fire cracking open a new book

Kerry J Heckman

By Tim Dwyer

backyard in Brooklyn

last autumn’s maple leaves

by the cyclone fence—

bare branches now full

with the song of many birds


Tim Dwyer

By John J. Dunphy

I blinked and missed it —

the present

became the past

John J. Dunphy

alley drinkers

veterans of different wars share

the same bottle

John J. Dunphy

By Joshua St. Claire

gold leaf

I page

through Keats

Joshua St. Claire

Verdi's A

a house wren

plucking a cosmic string

Joshua St. Claire

nothing more to see here waning crescent moon

Joshua St. Claire

color theory

the changing waves

of sky, sea, and shell

Joshua St. Claire

whitecaps

universes come into existence

then collapse

Joshua St. Claire

By Bryan Rickert

never

a moment of rest

all night

alone in this room

with a mosquito

Bryan Rickert

leaf fall losing another reason to stay

Bryan Rickert

 

 

between waves the piper’s tiny cry

 
Bryan Rickert

By J. D. Nelson

arctic blast day two

agoraphobia mixed

with cabin fever

J. D. Nelson

I take out the trash

& look up to see the moon

seems full but it’s not

J. D. Nelson

halfway thru winter

the young man across the hall

lets his front door slam

J. D. Nelson

By Tuyet Van Do

underground rumbles ...

on the cracked pavements

deserted vehicles

Tuyet Van Do

By Jovana Dragojlovic

evening

river of cars

flows slowly


Jovana Dragojlovic

winter evening

winds whisper a song

of the frost


Jovana Dragojlovic

By Zdenka Mlinar

and this March

is a prisoner

war madness —

in the gardens

only ashes


Zdenka Mlinar

~~

i ovaj ožujak

je zarobljenik

  ratnog ludila —

u vrtovima

samo pepeo


Zdenka Mlinar

Spring

on a meadow

of my childhood —

a bouquet of daisies

for mom

Zdenka Mlinar


~~

proljeće

na livadi

mojeg djetinjstva —

buket tratinčica

za mamu

Zdenka Mlinar

By Wanda Amos

flashing lights

on the wet road

a soul lost

Wanda Amos

By Partha Sarkar

At night

A firefly with its light..

My thoughts

Very often get the address

To send a letter to my inertia.

Partha Sarkar

By Vandana Parashar

fifty-eight

the age my father

never reached

Vandana Parashar

therapy

lying on my back

watching the sky

Vandana Parashar

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

news on TV

choosing to write about

pink tulips

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Surya Nes

Climate change


melting ice

Iceberg Alley

is a dead end

Surya Nes

By Mike Fainzilber

staring at the moon

trying to find

your reflection

Mike Fainzilber

love thy enemy

the one

I married

Mike Fainzilber

after the parting

sunrise and sunset

in grayscale

Mike Fainzilber

cloth on cloth

so near

too far…

Mike Fainzilber

what a view, you say

I see

only you

Mike Fainzilber

a haiku dream

when the soul

meets itself

Mike Fainzilber

By Mariangela Canzi

sudden truce —

hanging wash

over the rubble

Mariangela Canzi

lonely conch the exile's blues

Mariangela Canzi

words float

in my mind...

new Beatles song


Mariangela Canzi

By Mike Gallagher

a scream

the dim moon bringing life

to darkness

Mike Gallagher

that day

when the world changed forever

what I was doing

Mike Gallagher

drunken melee

several cases of assault

brewing

Mike Gallagher

By Maya Daneva

snowy March

the creaking sound of little boots…

egg hunt begins

Maya Daneva

smooth talk…

I rinse off the wild clams

for third time

Maya Daneva

By Michael Smith

in the clear still pool

of your haiku I have seen

my own reflection

Michael Smith

By Randy Brooks

rent overdue

locked out with nothing

but a comb-over

Randy Brooks

thick family Bible

she only keeps up

with births

Randy Brooks

warming up

the farmhouse kitchen

banana bread

Randy Brooks

not toy guns

not real guns

she wants nothing to do

with guns in her house

ever. again.

Randy Brooks

By Refika Dedić

in an old book

after all these years

her letter

Refika Dedić

still winter

and they are sticking out of the ground

buds

Refika Dedić

By Robert Epstein

Ides of March ––

I stop looking for love

in all the wrong places

Robert Epstein

the manipulation continues daylight savings

Robert Epstein

wild licorice

with every bite

decades melt away

Robert Epstein

By Ravi Kiran

elevator stillness

blinking numbers

and eyelids

Ravi Kiran

By Richard Bailly

click click

escaping the nightmare

ruby slippers

Richard Bailly

oolong

in the kettle

too long

Richard Bailly

By M. R. Pelletier

Mid-morning lull ...

   the barista busies himself

   with a broom

M. R. Pelletier

By Monica Kakkar

bounty of bright breeze—

ribbons and laces askew

leapfrog on leap day

Monica Kakkar

By Mircea Moldovan

so much light and yet dark

Mircea Moldovan

 

 

a hedge

between him and her

winter end


Mircea Moldovan